“What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him.” — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“To the poet, Every act is poetry; From cutting the grass, To cleaning a headstone. From walking, To breathing... ...No matter the situation, “Yes,… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“The early Christians took this story and used it as the backdrop for the doctrine of ‘The Trinity.’ For me, though, this myth has… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“Our lives are constantly in a state of change and evolution. The things that cause you to identify as “you” are temporary, moving foundations.… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“To the poet, Every act is poetry; From cutting the grass, To cleaning a headstone. From walking, To breathing. Every act is something worth… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“To know your mind, you need a little distance. You need to be a step or two away and be able to notice what… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“Times of suffering will come, use them To grow into a better version of yourself. Use the dirt to grow flowers. Let the storm… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“If you haven’t learned something From periods of suffering, If you haven’t wrung the juices Of your own pain and drank them For your… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“Publishing a book, Watching its ways Force me to look At a screen for days "Be still, be still", My heart screams for life… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“Protesting often times takes a stance of offense; a form of violence that may not always be physical but is a form of violence… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“She wrote his name on a piece of paper and lit it with a match. The letters curled as they turned dark and misshapen… — Eric Overby Copy Share
“My heart beats with you, Love runs red throughout my veins, Making me alive SA Node - Haiku” — Eric Overby Copy Share
“It seems that we are distracted because we are always in search of something better. We always want to see a different place or… — Eric Overby Copy Share
